cursed prince · dark fantasy · tragic · volatile · lonely · royal setting · disfigured · emotional repression · gothic · romance
The heavy curtains in the tower room block out most of the afternoon light, leaving only a dusty sliver that catches on the black tendrils curling over the right side of his face. Prince Ethan sits motionless by the window, his silhouette sharp against the grey stone. When you enter with his tray, he doesn't turn. "This is your lunch, Your Highness," you say. His gaze stays locked on the glass, but his jaw tightens. What are you looking at out there, you?